Saturday, 27 November 2010

Don't Sit Down

It's that time of the week again for Lily's Friday prediction this weeks words are Peacock, Lime, & Skinny.
I'm not publishing my entry on my own blog this week as I surprised myself a little with a horrific little number entitled "Don't sit down". It's a bit graphic in content and out of character for my usual writing style, but if you fancy never sitting on the loo again then click the link above and follow it through to the friday challenge for this week

Saturday, 20 November 2010

BL**DY Cowboys

Lilys Friday Prediction

What a tough week, this weeks words are Cousin, Saddle and Stagnant. I struggled a bit this week I'm blaming it on a damn fine cold that hit me last night. I hope to post some more work of mine on this blog soon so keep coming back.

In the mean time lilys blog and challenge can be found at lily childs feardom

Cousins of the Saddle
Blaine and me had been riding the prairie for five days now, that made us cousins of the saddle in my book. Into our second day the conversation had become stagnant, and we travelled on in unsettled silence, picking our way across the plain.

We headed down into Fort Dakota; where Blaine dismounted his horse and spoke to the sheriff, “We were ambushed by Sioux Three days ago, I brought him back for Christian burial” he intoned. I saw my body lain across his horse and knew that I would wander the prairie alone for eternity.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

My first Dip into Flash Fiction

The amazing Lily Childs at lilychildsfeardom blogspot runs a regular friday flash challenge called "lilys friday prediction"  Every Friday Lily provides three words that must appear in your piece that must be no more than 100 words. There's a lot of very fine talent that enter these challenges, this weeks words were Kestrel, Bed-Chamber, Uriel [The Archangel], I've never attempted a writing challenge before let alone flash fiction, but decided maybe I could use a challenge so here is my humble attempt.

Final Prophecy

Alan hovered by the bar, like a kestrel tracking its prey. It was his first time here, though he knew what he was looking for. He wasn't after romance in the bed chamber, no hearts and flowers; well not this time. Uriel had delivered him another prophecy, and Alan was here to fulfil it. The clock on the wall was marking time, counting down. He fingered the cheese wire hidden from harm in his pocket. The door opened, she's here! The harlot's here! Then a hand upon his shoulder, “Alan kook, I'm arresting you for the murders of...”